The Ridpath Library of Universal Literature: A Biographical and Bibliographical Summary of the World's Most Eminent Authors, Including the Choicest Extracts and Masterpieces from Their Writings, Volumen20Avil Printing Company, 1903 |
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... beauty and ideal poetry , peculiar to the antique . The old Hellenic costume had been again assumed by many Athenians , to whom the memory of the past was dearer than ever , as is usual in times when an uncon- trolled , irreconcilable ...
... beauty and ideal poetry , peculiar to the antique . The old Hellenic costume had been again assumed by many Athenians , to whom the memory of the past was dearer than ever , as is usual in times when an uncon- trolled , irreconcilable ...
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... beauty's cheek - a cheek of rosy hue . " So time passed , till one night it happened that I was walking at a late hour in a flower - garden with one of my friends . The spot was blithe and pleasing , and the trees intertwined there ...
... beauty's cheek - a cheek of rosy hue . " So time passed , till one night it happened that I was walking at a late hour in a flower - garden with one of my friends . The spot was blithe and pleasing , and the trees intertwined there ...
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... Beauty of Mankind , the Glory of Islam , Sâd , the Son of the Most Puissant King of Kings , Master of Attending Nations , Lord of the Kings of Arabia and Persia , Sovereign of the Land and the Sea , Heir to the Throne of Suleiman ...
... Beauty of Mankind , the Glory of Islam , Sâd , the Son of the Most Puissant King of Kings , Master of Attending Nations , Lord of the Kings of Arabia and Persia , Sovereign of the Land and the Sea , Heir to the Throne of Suleiman ...
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... Helgi . - Thine eyes , my own Sigruna , shed The dew of sorrow on this head . When decked with gold , in beauty bright , Thou weepest through the livelong night , I feel each cruel tear - drop flow , As SÆMUND - SIGFUSSON 31.
... Helgi . - Thine eyes , my own Sigruna , shed The dew of sorrow on this head . When decked with gold , in beauty bright , Thou weepest through the livelong night , I feel each cruel tear - drop flow , As SÆMUND - SIGFUSSON 31.
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... beauty's charms , Hast clasped the dead within thine arms . Högni's daughter ! now I see I may hope for all from thee ; Nor wilt thou still with tears and sighs Vex the couch where Helgi lies . " Tis time for me to ride away , Where the ...
... beauty's charms , Hast clasped the dead within thine arms . Högni's daughter ! now I see I may hope for all from thee ; Nor wilt thou still with tears and sighs Vex the couch where Helgi lies . " Tis time for me to ride away , Where the ...
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Artemidorus bear beauty blood born bright Brutus Cæsar Calphurnia Casca Cassius Cicero Cinna Citizen Clitus clouds Dardanius dead death Decius died doth dream earth English Enter eternal Exeunt eyes father fear fire French German give glory hand hath hear heart heaven History honor ides of March Julius Cæsar King land Ligarius light literature live look lord Lucilius Lucius Madame Mademoiselle Mark Antony Massillon Medor Messala Metellus mighty mind Mirror for Magistrates nature never Nibelungenlied night noble o'er Octavius once Paris peace philosophy Pindarus poems poet Poetic Edda poetry Portia Roman Rome Sappho SCENE Shakespeare Shelley song soul speak spirit stand sweet sword tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought tion Titinius to-day translated Trebonius true truth verse voice Volumnius word writings young
Pasajes populares
Página 428 - This was the noblest Roman of them all: All the conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, 'This was a man!
Página 478 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Página 398 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Página 343 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought...
Página 471 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Página 476 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
Página 362 - And this man Is now become a god ; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body If Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him I did mark How he did shake : 'tis true, this god did shake ; His coward...
Página 401 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent ; That day he overcame the Nervii. — Look, in this place ran Cassius...
Página 350 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
Página 400 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.